Hey guys! I have a new story, ZOM-BEES. No seriously, this is going to be a TD zombie story! Just so you know, all the pairings from Season 1 will stand, therefore we have Gidgette, Gwent (Yuck), Duncney, Ozzy, Tyndsy, AleHeather, and also pairings from season 4, Zoke, Sakota(?). Other than that, there will be NO couples, just friendships. So enjoy guys! This takes place right after Total Drama All Stars (Season 5,) (Edit: My version of TDAS. This was published before TDAS came out or the cast was announced.)
THE WARNING: This story will be gory. Not so much I have to put it in 'M', but if your grossed out by that, sorry :P.
It was a quiet morning on Wawanakwa Island. Harold had just beat Noah and Dakota in the finals, earning himself 1 million dollars. After the major celebration, all 37 campers plus Chris and Chef had gone to bed for one last night on the island, unaware what was happening in the mainland…
"BACKUP! BACKUP!" A soldier screamed into his radio, holding his bleeding arm. Seeing his fellow soldiers slaughtered had scared himself and his comrade Grant, the only ones left in the platoon. They were currently holed up behind a barrier of sandbags, but the inhumane noises were growing closer to them.
"We got to get out of here, Ricky." Grant said, shaking his friends soldier. Ricky's vision was getting fuzzy. He vaguely remembered getting bit by one of them a couple hours ago. He felt an itch on his head and went up to scratch it, not noticing the clumps of hair that stuck to his fingers.
"Oh god." Grant said, paling. He took out his .45 pistol. "You'd thank me if you could, bud. See you in hell." He told him, planting a bullet in Ricky's head. In the few seconds from him pulling out the gun to when he shot, Ricky's eyes had turned solid white, his skin gray, and most of his hair had fallen out.
Turning and seeing the oncoming horde of undead, Grant decided to be smart, and put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.
It was the next morning back at camp.
Cameron yawned and got up, being the last one to enter the Mess Hall. He sat down with B, Mike and Zoey.
Everyone else was at the Mess Hall, eating breakfast, when Chris came bursting into the Mess Hall, sweating and trembling.
"We have a problem." He announced, his iPhone held tightly in his hand.
Most of the campers were skeptical of this.
"Did you run out of hair gel?" Noah asked scathingly.
"Did you 'accidentally' rope us into another season?" Duncan said, crossing his arms.
"No wait, I got it," Zoey said, chuckling, "Did Chef finally grow a brain and quit this terrible job?"
"No, this is worse." Chef said, also bursting in to the Mess Hall. "Now you punks listen here, because this is serious."
This got the campers attention, Chef usually didn't say something serious and then it have it be a joke.
"We got a problem," Chef said, going to his kitchen and grabbing all of knives. "Somethin' happened, some virus or something on the mainland. People going insane, eating each other!"
"What, like zombies?" Cody said skeptically. "I highly doubt that…"
Chris shoved his iPhone into the geeks face, showing him news report after news report about 'zombies'.
Cody blanched, "Oh my god, he's telling the truth." He said.
"My great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great- aunt invented truth. Before that, please just told lies or things that might be true." Staci said, unfazed by the zombie outbreak.
"Is it worldwide?" Cameron asked, terrified.
Chef shrugged. "I don't know, all I know is that all of North America is in turmoil. The International lines must've cut out after that."
"Well, first things first, we need to get off this island." Mike said, standing up.
"Why would we leave?" Ezekiel asked. "We are all secluded here."
"We only have so much food, water and supplies." Chef said, handing knives to all the campers. He went back into his kitchen and came out with a shotgun, a handgun, 5 combat knives, and a couple boxes of ammo.
"I didn't know you had these!" Brick said, picking up the handgun with ease, handling it properly.
"After the killer incident back in Season 1, I thought it might be a good idea." Chef said, taking the gun from Brick and handing it to Chris, who picked it up, also with ease, and loaded a magazine into the chamber. Chef loaded his shotgun. He handed knives to Duncan, Brick, Jo, Eva and Lightning. "Be careful with those." Chef cautioned, "Those can cut through bone no problem." The 5 nodded.
"Wait a minute. I still don't believe it!" Courtney said, crossing her arms. "How do we know that this isn't some world wide hoax or… something?"
Chris sighed. "I was hoping we wouldn't have to bring this up. Chef, bring him in."
Chef nodded and went out the back door. He came back in with a cage, a snarling bloodied, disgusting creature inside.
Several campers vomited. "What is that!?" Lindsay screamed, jumping into Tyler's arms, who fell to the ground.
"This is one of those things. We found him on the beach this morning, feasting on a beaver." Chris shivered at the memory.
Courtney, however, still wasn't convinced. "How do we know that's not just some dude in makeup?"
Chef grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that." He grabbed his shotgun and pointed at the zombies chest. He pulled the trigger.
There was a deafening blast, and the zombies chest exploded. The zombie howled and flew back ,but started get back up after only a couple seconds. With horrified gasps and shrieks, the campers saw the hole that had been blown clean through the zombies chest, blood squirting out and organs visible.
Several campers threw up when the zombies liver fell out of his body, and he picked it up and started eating it.
"Okay, I can see we have a problem now." Courtney said, her face green. Duncan came over and gave her a reassuring hug, and she buried her face into his chest.
"So what's out next move?" Sam asked nervously, fondling his kitchen knife.
"We grab the yacht, grab supplies, and get the hell off this island. We make it somewhere safe." Chris said, his authority-ridden voice proving useful, as some of the campers were on the edge of panic.
"Will we head to some military base?" Beth asked, quivering.
Chef laughed humorlessly. "Of course not. Those were all probably overrun within a few hours of the outbreak. And even if they weren't, how do you think military command would hold up in a situation like this? People die, so people who would never EVER be commanders normally become them, and go nuts. No, we need to head out into the forest. But not in Canada, it's too cold, because I guarantee that the power will be out soon."
"Where would we go, the States?" Heather asked.
"Yea, either in New England or somewhere near the Rockies." Chef said thoughtfully, tapping his chin.
"Okay, go pack up campers, we've got to go." Chris said, clapping his hands for emphasis. "If we want to live, we have to move. I'm giving everyone 5 minutes to pack up all the personal stuff you want. Pack lightly, because you will be carrying whatever you choose."
Everyone nodded and ran off.
Chris turned to Chef. "Chef, you and me will start packing food." Chef blinked. "In here? This stuffs shit." He said.
Chris chuckled, "Of course not. We'll head to our stores and empty it out. After that we'll grab all the gas we can and get out of here."
Chef nodded. "There will probably be leftover supplies in the yacht as well. I better get going. As he turned to leave, Chris stopped him with a question, his voice small.
"Chef, do you think we'll all make it out alive?" Chris asked, sounding genuinely afraid.
Chef sighed and shook his head. "I know we won't all make it out." He said gravely, "Now get moving, pretty boy, we got to head out."
10 minutes later, everyone was loading stuff onto the yacht. All of the personal stuff of the campers, food, gas, weapons, (Baseball bats, metal pipes, and even a chainsaw.) were on board. After the last of it was onboard, Chef shut the back and cleaned his hands on his apron.
"Alright everyone, we got 19 rooms, so we'll be assigning bunkmates. I'll leave the pairings up to you." He said. "One person will have a room by themselves. Partner up. Oh, an make sure it's with someone you like, because we will probably be on the yacht for several weeks."
"Perfect." Eva groaned.
All the couples chose to bunk together.
Room 1 was Bridgette and Geoff.
Room 2 was Tyler and Lindsay
Room 3 was Gwen and Trent
Room 4 was Duncan and Courtney
Room 5 was Alejandro and Heather
Room 6 was Sierra and Cody
Room 7 was Izzy and Owen
Room 8 was Harold and LeShawna
Room 9 was Staci and Beth
Room 10 was Mike and Zoey
Room 11 was Sam and Dakota
Room 12 was Cameron and B
Room 13 was Ezekiel and DJ
Room 14 was Katie and Sadie
Room 15 was Justin and Brick
Room 16 was Eva and Jo.
Room 17 was Lightning and Anne Maria
Room 18 was Noah and Dawn, who both refused to bunk with Scott, leaving him alone in room 19.
After everyone unpacked, Chef called them all together for dinner in the fancy dining hall. Everyone ate and had a pretty good time, but the mood turned serious after dinner and Chef stood up to give an encouragement speech.
"Listen here, listen here you maggots. Now I have something to tell you. No matter what happens, I have a feeling that as long as we stick together and be smart, we all might make it through to the end." Chef said, raising his glass. "To The Will to Live!" He toasted.
"To The Will to Live!" Everyone echoed, clinking glass with one another.
"Alright maggots, head to bed, you never know when you're going to have to get up urgently." Chef said. Nobody argued.
Bridgette and Geoff had disregarded the second bed and were cuddling in the bed.
"This seriously sucks, bro." Geoff sighed, holding Bridgette close to him.
Bridgette was teary eyed. "I don't want to lose you, Geoff." She said.
"Ssh, don't worry babe, you won't. Chef said it would be okay." He comforted, running his fingers through her hair. "It's okay…"
Bridgette nodded and calmed down. "Goodnight Geoff." She breathed, somewhat peacefully.
Tyler and Lindsay were currently making out on Tyler's bed.
"Mmmph, ooh, Tyler, what are these zorgdies again?" Lindsay asked, breaking the kiss.
Tyler chuckled. "Zombies, Linds." He said, "And uh, well, they, uh, eat you."
Lindsay gasped and widened her eyes, "What? Like, in the movies?"
Tyler nodded. "Ohmygosh." Lindsay said, "That's scary." She said, snuggling him.
"Don't worry, Chef said it would be fine, I trust him, and believe him. Let's just go to bed." Tyler said.
"Okay." Lindsay whimpered. "I believe him too."
Gwen and Trent decided to sleep in separate beds, just to get over any awkwardness back in Season 2. During Season 4 and the beginning of Season 5, Duncan and Gwen had come to the mutual agreement to break up. Duncan and Courtney hooked back up almost instantly, but Gwen had been more wary. It wasn't until Trent came up and they had a long talk all night before she realized she still loved him.
"What do you think of all this zombie stuff?" Trent asked her.
Gwen sighed. "I don't know. It's pretty scary. It's something you never think would actually happen, you know?"
"Yeah," Trent agreed, "Hopefully Chef is right."
Gwen nodded in agreement. She yawned.
"Goodnight, my gothic beauty." Trent said sleepily, turning out his light.
Gwen blushed. "Goodnight handsome."
They fell asleep peacefully.
At first, Courtney had insisted they sleep in different beds, but after 15 minutes, she caved in. They were currently cuddling.
"This zombie stuff is wacked out shit." Duncan said, stroking Courtney's hair.
Courtney was too tired to comment on Duncan's language. "What do you think of what Chef said?" she asked, yawning.
"I think it's a load of horseshit. There's no way we're all going to make it out alive." Duncan said solemnly, but Courtney was already asleep.
Alejandro and Heather were sleeping in different beds. Both were smart enough to know that what Chef said was most likely false.
"So, zombies…" Heather said, "That's uh, really scary." She said, shivering.
Alejandro shrugged. "It's better than other things. We just have to hole up somewhere, or keep moving."
Heather nodded, "I guess… well, I'm going to sleep. Good night."
"Good night, chica."
Sierra had insisted in sleeping in the same bed, but Cody, finally having enough, had flat out said no. Sierra was all grumpy, and they just went to sleep,
Izzy and Owen were currently, um, doing the hokey-pokey? Because Izzy said she didn't want to die a virgin…needless to say, Owen had no complaints.
Harold and LeShawna were on separate beds, chatting about the zombies.
"What do you think about what Chef said?" Harold asked, flipping through his favorite comic book, one of the few things he took from the cabin.
"Chef is a solid guy, I trust him." LeShawna said, sipping on a glass of ginger ale.
Harold nodded, not wanting to concern LeShawna by voicing his doubts.
Staci was currently chatting to Beth, who was thinking about asking Chef for his shotgun.
"My great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grand mother's sons daughters, nephew's second cousin invented yachts. Before that, people only road regular boats.
"Fascinating." Beth grumbled. Both believed Chef, as they weren't the smartest people around.
Mike and Zoey were cuddling.
"Do you believe Chef?" Mike asked, snuggling her neck.
"I don't know, I guess so. He seemed pretty confident." Zoey pondered, tapping her chin and giggling as Mike was frisky with her.
"Yeah, he did." Mike said, frowning. "It's just… hard to take in."
Zoey nodded. "Don't worry, Mikey, it'll be okay." She said, cupping his face and kissing him.
Sam and Dakota were already asleep. Beforehand though, they discussed what Chef had said.
"I'm so glad Chef said everything is going to be okay!" Dakota said, filing her nails.
"Yea." Sam said happily, setting up his many game consoles. "Good thing we're all going to live! No way he'll let us down."
There wasn't much conversation, as B didn't speak.
"What do you think about what Chef said?" Ezekiel asked DJ, who was sucking his thumb, crying in the corner.
"He said…*sob* it's going to be… *wheeze* okay… so that's… good." DJ gapsed, sobbing.
Zeke nodded, not wanting to upset DJ any more.
Katie and Sadie talked fashion and went to bed. Needless to say, they believed Chef whole-heartedly.
Justin and Brick were chilling in their room.
"Zombies are scary. They live in the dark." Brick said, tapping his fingers together nervously.
Justin nodded. "Personally, I don't think what Chef said is true. I don't think we're all going to make it out alive."
Brick looked shocked. "But Chef is our commanding officer, he always tells the truth!"
Justin rolled his eyes. "Whatever dude." He pulled out a mirror and stared at his reflection.
Eva and Jo talked strength for a while, and came to a mutual agreement that they were both awesome.
"What do you think about what Ol' Cheffy said?" Jo asked the first generation fitness buff.
"I think it's a load of crap." Eva grunted. "He knows it too, he's just trying to console the weaklings."
Jo nodded. "Exactly what I was thinking."
Eva smirked. "We rock."
Jo's face mirrored Eva's "Yes, yes we do."
Anne Maria and Lightning were currently not talking to each other, as Lightning had accidently stepped on Anne Maria's hair spray can, spilling it all over the place.
In retaliation, Anne Maria mopped up the hairspray and threw it at Lightning, hitting him in the face and burning his eyes.
The tension was tense.
Noah was currently reading one of the few books he brought along with him, "The Hunger Games".
During Season 5, Noah and Dawn became friendly when Owen, Mike and Zoey wrapped them into the same alliance after Scott and Dakota kicked Izzy off. Ironically, Dawn and Noah were the last ones standing in the alliance, Dawn getting sixth place, and Noah making it to the finals, earning third.
"That's a good book." Dawn said, opening an eye from her meditation.
Noah nodded, then remembered she couldn't see him due to the meditation. "Yea, it is." He voiced. He put his book down. "What do you think about what Chef said? I personally think that old cook is feeding us malarkey so we won't all go into a panic." He said.
Dawn nodded. "I could see in his aura that he didn't not believe that which he was telling us. He hopes it though, and that's something."
"Yea, I guess." Noah said, picking his book up again.
"You should go to sleep, as Chef said, you never know when we need to be up super quickly." She said, turning out her light and pulling the covers over herself.
"Hmm." Noah said, not really listening.
Scott sat all by himself, loving it.
Chef and Chris were in the control room of the boat, looking out over the misty night.
"What do you think about this, Chef?" Chris asked the cook, who was steering the boat.
"I don't like it. There is no way they are all going to make it out alive. There is just no way." Chef said solemnly. "Hell, I'd be surprised if half of them made it out of Canada. That journey alone will take a couple weeks.
"Think we can count on any help from survivors?" The ex-host asked nervously.
Chef snorted. "Don't get your hopes up. We best prepare for being on our own. You never know what will happen, or how crazy people are gonna get."
Chris nodded, looking over the misty ocean. Only several hundred miles ahead lay the mainland; filled with undead monsters, roaming the street and moaning and howling. Survivors all over North America, and possibly the word, closed, locked and barricaded their doors.
They had no idea what was in store.
Well guys! Here it is! Woo! 3k, nice! This will be the average length of these chapters, and I'm hoping to get them out a lot sooner than I do TDC anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed, If you do, please follow/fav so you can keep up with it :D! Love you guys, Ciao!